Drunk or Kid?

I don't like when people apologize for being gone from blog land. I mean, it's the internet, we SHOULD have another life right and I don't think anyone should owe us an apology for that?

Note to self: Get life.

BUT when I'm away I can't help but want to say I'M SORRY!!! See, I can't even follow my own rules.

I've been painting so much every dream I've had recently is about paint. PAINT?! I miss those crazy sex with Geoff dreams I used to have, now THOSE were fun.

(Ummm, is his family reading this? I mean, I miss those dreams I used to have with Geoff were we would go to church and read books.)

I also started teaching Kickboxing again. Woo-hoo. Sooo, I've been supah busy BUT on the way to class they were playing a game on the radio that I thought I would play with you guys:




DRUNK OR A KID????


Sooo, I'm going to tell you a story and you have to tell me whether I was plastered or a kid.

Easy right?

And you play too!!! Tell me a story in the comment or in your blog and link it on over so we can all take a guess!


Here goes:

I stayed the night at a friend's house and peed in their sock drawer in the middle of the night. Oops.

Drunk or Kid?

(Answer will be up next week along with links to you if you put a story!)